"coliseums" poems - Hello Poetry

What Will It Take By Song Bird (Verse 1) How many must we refuse and deny Before you and I realize our shame How many eyes gotta cry in vain Before we take away their pain How many lives must we claim Before we decide to make a change So what will it take for us To put down our arms And make our stand Stop bringing harm To our fellow man (Chorus) What will it take to make a stand What will it take to take someone’s hand What will it take to make our stance What will it take to take a chance What will it take to say we have had enough What will it take to give away our love What will it take (Verse 2) Because of the way we disregard And close our doors and our hearts to others There are those sleeping on cardboard On concrete floors, who are our brothers And our sisters, who can’t afford to eat Or have the clothing to stay warm Have no shoes for their feet And are left tattered and torn No homes just the streets they roam So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 3) Because of the way we disregard, Soldiers bombard poor countries With mortars, while children starve Go hungry and get our cold shoulder As our wars pillage and burn their village Turn their underprivileged places Into our coliseums, giving them no relief Just sad faces that have seen too much carnage Strife and defeat as we take away their very freedoms And tarnish their dreams, so don’t talk change Because talk is cheap, if you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 4) Because of the way we disregard Our earth is scarred by our many demands Left hurt and discarded by our own hands As we disgorge our resources Leaving our shores and sky to surely weep Our rainforests torched, our lands scorched Our oceans, rivers and seas are forced to bleed Nowhere for you or me to retreat So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 2) (Outro) Isn’t it time we become the prayer Show the world that we care Loving we can spare, loving we can share So help the ones who are in despair What will it take for you to be there?

What's the point of the stars if they only fly to mock us To tell of a world beyond that thick blanket of night A moon victory above them all tells of coliseums of the cosmos A giant in a game we were never asked to play The sun burns itself to nothing And we catch the ashes, plant fields with its offcuts Never tasting banquet, never knowing super nova Alone in the dirt beneath life Currents blow overhead, pushing ice and rock As balloons let adrift, finding freedom in emptiness While our feet only know tracks and fields, grass and mud Life with food and sleep, not soul or poetry. Crooked grow our limbs and we think ourselves mighty Gangly forms dancing tiny While great domes of landscapes given face Smile at each other and speak Venus, Apollo, Mercury, Hades All principles in the sky, too graceful to be understood And not wanting our foul tentacles of knowledge To grip them, happy to keep away from Us oily things. No, I don't like being human I don't like being greasy

What's the point of the stars if they only fly to mock us To tell of a world beyond that thick blanket of night A moon victory above them all tells of coliseums of the cosmos A giant in a game we were never asked to play The sun burns itself to nothing And we catch the ashes, plant fields with its offcuts Never tasting banquet, never knowing super nova Alone in the dirt beneath life Currents blow overhead, pushing ice and rock As balloons let adrift, finding freedom in emptiness While our feet only know tracks and fields, grass and mud Life with food and sleep, not soul or poetry. Crooked grow our limbs and we think ourselves mighty Gangly forms dancing tiny While great domes of landscapes given face Smile at each other and speak Venus, Apollo, Mercury, Hades All principles in the sky, too graceful to be understood And not wanting our foul tentacles of knowledge To grip them, happy to keep away from Us oily things. No, I don't like being human I don't like being greasy

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Oct 22, 2021

Oct 22, 2021 at 11:16 AM UTC

Porto-graffiti

Lead Feet, Dead Belief

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Through the towns and country lanes fortress walls and ancient stains Roman treasures, aquaducts the running bulls, a stroke of luck! Cobblestone and feudal cracks the culture weaves and summer smacks! enchanted ramparts, medieval ruins coliseums and communes Aigues Mortes to Avignon the rolling hills and castles strong fields of grape and olive trees cicadas singing on the breeze Tranquil rivers, lost lagoons horses prancing at high noon flora and fauna in lofty decree! say the sycamore and cypress tree De Lumières in tomb-like calm illuminating sounds of Brahm Vermeer, Picasso and Van Goh the ghosts of Voltaire and Rousseau Les Baux-de-Provence's immersive stage brush strokes wide from another age chambers deep at quarry rock the mesmerizing notes of Bach Sacred figures, holy shrines monestries in grand design blocks, arches and polished stone gladiators at the throne Castle turrets and dungeon bars the ancient bridge of Pont du Gard chapel bells across la ville spiral stairs where time stands still Scrolls and chronicles filled with scars church and state with dark memoirs scholars, artists and dignitaries in pursuit of God...and all his glory

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Aug 30, 2023

Aug 30, 2023 at 12:00 PM UTC

ck-baker

On the Banks of the River Rhone

Through the towns and country lanes fortress walls and ancient stains Roman treasures, aquaducts the running bulls, a stroke of luck! Cobblestone and feudal cracks the culture weaves and summer smacks! enchanted ramparts, medieval ruins coliseums and communes Aigues Mortes to Avignon the rolling hills and castles strong fields of grape and olive trees cicadas singing on the breeze Tranquil rivers, lost lagoons horses prancing at high noon flora and fauna in lofty decree! say the sycamore and cypress tree De Lumières in tomb-like calm illuminating sounds of Brahm Vermeer, Picasso and Van Goh the ghosts of Voltaire and Rousseau Les Baux-de-Provence's immersive stage brush strokes wide from another age chambers deep at quarry rock the mesmerizing notes of Bach Sacred figures, holy shrines monestries in grand design blocks, arches and polished stone gladiators at the throne Castle turrets and dungeon bars the ancient bridge of Pont du Gard chapel bells across la ville spiral stairs where time stands still Scrolls and chronicles filled with scars church and state with dark memoirs scholars, artists and dignitaries in pursuit of God...and all his glory

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Analytical beast I have a knowledge in my locker The swarm screams for the author The red then spills from the blood oath offer Higher than extraterrestrials and their flying saucers Universal football we kick meteors like soccer We battle in coliseums, mediators are awkward They fear the slanted enemies eyes and their lean postures They find it so astounding, there movement in green pastures Hunters become hunted, prey becomes stalkers They seem to breathe steam and move faster Engaging renegades will never make it easy for these ******** Thunderous parades of pain reported from the mental telecasters Wizards from faraway lands land by spell casting Time is forever lost but what they found is still lasting And what Is bound is surpassing, it's an avalanche...earth smashing The lands crashing, the world will regenerate but the swords will keep clashing.

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Oct 19, 2016

Oct 19, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC

stellarhero

Epic Battle

Analytical beast I have a knowledge in my locker The swarm screams for the author The red then spills from the blood oath offer Higher than extraterrestrials and their flying saucers Universal football we kick meteors like soccer We battle in coliseums, mediators are awkward They fear the slanted enemies eyes and their lean postures They find it so astounding, there movement in green pastures Hunters become hunted, prey becomes stalkers They seem to breathe steam and move faster Engaging renegades will never make it easy for these ******** Thunderous parades of pain reported from the mental telecasters Wizards from faraway lands land by spell casting Time is forever lost but what they found is still lasting And what Is bound is surpassing, it's an avalanche...earth smashing The lands crashing, the world will regenerate but the swords will keep clashing.

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What Will It Take By Song Bird (Verse 1) How many must we refuse and deny Before you and I realize our shame How many eyes gotta cry in vain Before we take away their pain How many lives must we claim Before we decide to make a change So what will it take for us To put down our arms And make our stand Stop bringing harm To our fellow man (Chorus) What will it take to make a stand What will it take to take someone’s hand What will it take to make our stance What will it take to take a chance What will it take to say we have had enough What will it take to give away our love What will it take (Verse 2) Because of the way we disregard And close our doors and our hearts to others There are those sleeping on cardboard On concrete floors, who are our brothers And our sisters, who can’t afford to eat Or have the clothing to stay warm Have no shoes for their feet And are left tattered and torn No homes just the streets they roam So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 3) Because of the way we disregard, Soldiers bombard poor countries With mortars, while children starve Go hungry and get our cold shoulder As our wars pillage and burn their village Turn their underprivileged places Into our coliseums, giving them no relief Just sad faces that have seen too much carnage Strife and defeat as we take away their very freedoms And tarnish their dreams, so don’t talk change Because talk is cheap, if you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 4) Because of the way we disregard Our earth is scarred by our many demands Left hurt and discarded by our own hands As we disgorge our resources Leaving our shores and sky to surely weep Our rainforests torched, our lands scorched Our oceans, rivers and seas are forced to bleed Nowhere for you or me to retreat So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 2) (Outro) Isn’t it time we become the prayer Show the world that we care Loving we can spare, loving we can share So help the ones who are in despair What will it take for you to be there?

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Apr 11, 2013

Apr 11, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC

What Will It Take By Song Bird (Verse 1) How many must we refuse and deny Before you and I realize our shame How many eyes gotta cry in vain Before we take away their pain How many lives must we claim Before we decide to make a change So what will it take for us To put down our arms And make our stand Stop bringing harm To our fellow man (Chorus) What will it take to make a stand What will it take to take someone’s hand What will it take to make our stance What will it take to take a chance What will it take to say we have had enough What will it take to give away our love What will it take (Verse 2) Because of the way we disregard And close our doors and our hearts to others There are those sleeping on cardboard On concrete floors, who are our brothers And our sisters, who can’t afford to eat Or have the clothing to stay warm Have no shoes for their feet And are left tattered and torn No homes just the streets they roam So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 3) Because of the way we disregard, Soldiers bombard poor countries With mortars, while children starve Go hungry and get our cold shoulder As our wars pillage and burn their village Turn their underprivileged places Into our coliseums, giving them no relief Just sad faces that have seen too much carnage Strife and defeat as we take away their very freedoms And tarnish their dreams, so don’t talk change Because talk is cheap, if you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 4) Because of the way we disregard Our earth is scarred by our many demands Left hurt and discarded by our own hands As we disgorge our resources Leaving our shores and sky to surely weep Our rainforests torched, our lands scorched Our oceans, rivers and seas are forced to bleed Nowhere for you or me to retreat So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 2) (Outro) Isn’t it time we become the prayer Show the world that we care Loving we can spare, loving we can share So help the ones who are in despair What will it take for you to be there?

this is where our adventures begin to warm up, they burst diagonally, stretched seams. Opened wide, blistering under this caustic and virile heat. The epicenter of someone's bi-polar anomaly- swarms of words and their words people coming and parting, coliseums and amphitheaters in spectacle garnet, draped in praise as upsetting and down-troche of what those blue sapphire lumens grew against the pale and sinewy shadow of shape flickering, violet cartoon faces bruising up their faces in the pulp and pulchritude where two separate identities meet and coerce the familiar into seeing at what it conceives. The diplopic opera and didactic vapidness in the horrendous aperture of the inexhaustible and mercurial sport. Then to see as the other half lives, compartmentalized in the curious cabinetries of disorder

this is where our adventures begin to warm up, they burst diagonally, stretched seams. Opened wide, blistering under this caustic and virile heat. The epicenter of someone's bi-polar anomaly- swarms of words and their words people coming and parting, coliseums and amphitheaters in spectacle garnet, draped in praise as upsetting and down-troche of what those blue sapphire lumens grew against the pale and sinewy shadow of shape flickering, violet cartoon faces bruising up their faces in the pulp and pulchritude where two separate identities meet and coerce the familiar into seeing at what it conceives. The diplopic opera and didactic vapidness in the horrendous aperture of the inexhaustible and mercurial sport. Then to see as the other half lives, compartmentalized in the curious cabinetries of disorder

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Oct 24, 2015

Oct 24, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC

martin-narrod

Untitled

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What Will It Take By Song Bird (Verse 1) How many must we refuse and deny Before you and I realize our shame How many eyes gotta cry in vain Before we take away their pain How many lives must we claim Before we decide to make a change So what will it take for us To put down our arms And make our stand Stop bringing harm To our fellow man (Chorus) What will it take to make a stand What will it take to take someone’s hand What will it take to make our stance What will it take to take a chance What will it take to say we have had enough What will it take to give away our love What will it take (Verse 2) Because of the way we disregard And close our doors and our hearts to others There are those sleeping on cardboard On concrete floors, who are our brothers And our sisters, who can’t afford to eat Or have the clothing to stay warm Have no shoes for their feet And are left tattered and torn No homes just the streets they roam So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 3) Because of the way we disregard, Soldiers bombard poor countries With mortars, while children starve Go hungry and get our cold shoulder As our wars pillage and burn their village Turn their underprivileged places Into our coliseums, giving them no relief Just sad faces that have seen too much carnage Strife and defeat as we take away their very freedoms And tarnish their dreams, so don’t talk change Because talk is cheap, if you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 4) Because of the way we disregard Our earth is scarred by our many demands Left hurt and discarded by our own hands As we disgorge our resources Leaving our shores and sky to surely weep Our rainforests torched, our lands scorched Our oceans, rivers and seas are forced to bleed Nowhere for you or me to retreat So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 2) (Outro) Isn’t it time we become the prayer Show the world that we care Loving we can spare, loving we can share So help the ones who are in despair What will it take for you to be there?

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Apr 11, 2013

Apr 11, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC

What Will It Take By Song Bird (Verse 1) How many must we refuse and deny Before you and I realize our shame How many eyes gotta cry in vain Before we take away their pain How many lives must we claim Before we decide to make a change So what will it take for us To put down our arms And make our stand Stop bringing harm To our fellow man (Chorus) What will it take to make a stand What will it take to take someone’s hand What will it take to make our stance What will it take to take a chance What will it take to say we have had enough What will it take to give away our love What will it take (Verse 2) Because of the way we disregard And close our doors and our hearts to others There are those sleeping on cardboard On concrete floors, who are our brothers And our sisters, who can’t afford to eat Or have the clothing to stay warm Have no shoes for their feet And are left tattered and torn No homes just the streets they roam So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 3) Because of the way we disregard, Soldiers bombard poor countries With mortars, while children starve Go hungry and get our cold shoulder As our wars pillage and burn their village Turn their underprivileged places Into our coliseums, giving them no relief Just sad faces that have seen too much carnage Strife and defeat as we take away their very freedoms And tarnish their dreams, so don’t talk change Because talk is cheap, if you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 4) Because of the way we disregard Our earth is scarred by our many demands Left hurt and discarded by our own hands As we disgorge our resources Leaving our shores and sky to surely weep Our rainforests torched, our lands scorched Our oceans, rivers and seas are forced to bleed Nowhere for you or me to retreat So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 2) (Outro) Isn’t it time we become the prayer Show the world that we care Loving we can spare, loving we can share So help the ones who are in despair What will it take for you to be there?

What Will It Take By Song Bird (Verse 1) How many must we refuse and deny Before you and I realize our shame How many eyes gotta cry in vain Before we take away their pain How many lives must we claim Before we decide to make a change So what will it take for us To put down our arms And make our stand Stop bringing harm To our fellow man (Chorus) What will it take to make a stand What will it take to take someone’s hand What will it take to make our stance What will it take to take a chance What will it take to say we have had enough What will it take to give away our love What will it take (Verse 2) Because of the way we disregard And close our doors and our hearts to others There are those sleeping on cardboard On concrete floors, who are our brothers And our sisters, who can’t afford to eat Or have the clothing to stay warm Have no shoes for their feet And are left tattered and torn No homes just the streets they roam So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 3) Because of the way we disregard, Soldiers bombard poor countries With mortars, while children starve Go hungry and get our cold shoulder As our wars pillage and burn their village Turn their underprivileged places Into our coliseums, giving them no relief Just sad faces that have seen too much carnage Strife and defeat as we take away their very freedoms And tarnish their dreams, so don’t talk change Because talk is cheap, if you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 4) Because of the way we disregard Our earth is scarred by our many demands Left hurt and discarded by our own hands As we disgorge our resources Leaving our shores and sky to surely weep Our rainforests torched, our lands scorched Our oceans, rivers and seas are forced to bleed Nowhere for you or me to retreat So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 2) (Outro) Isn’t it time we become the prayer Show the world that we care Loving we can spare, loving we can share So help the ones who are in despair What will it take for you to be there?

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Apr 11, 2013

Apr 11, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC

What Will It Take By Song Bird (Verse 1) How many must we refuse and deny Before you and I realize our shame How many eyes gotta cry in vain Before we take away their pain How many lives must we claim Before we decide to make a change So what will it take for us To put down our arms And make our stand Stop bringing harm To our fellow man (Chorus) What will it take to make a stand What will it take to take someone’s hand What will it take to make our stance What will it take to take a chance What will it take to say we have had enough What will it take to give away our love What will it take (Verse 2) Because of the way we disregard And close our doors and our hearts to others There are those sleeping on cardboard On concrete floors, who are our brothers And our sisters, who can’t afford to eat Or have the clothing to stay warm Have no shoes for their feet And are left tattered and torn No homes just the streets they roam So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 3) Because of the way we disregard, Soldiers bombard poor countries With mortars, while children starve Go hungry and get our cold shoulder As our wars pillage and burn their village Turn their underprivileged places Into our coliseums, giving them no relief Just sad faces that have seen too much carnage Strife and defeat as we take away their very freedoms And tarnish their dreams, so don’t talk change Because talk is cheap, if you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 4) Because of the way we disregard Our earth is scarred by our many demands Left hurt and discarded by our own hands As we disgorge our resources Leaving our shores and sky to surely weep Our rainforests torched, our lands scorched Our oceans, rivers and seas are forced to bleed Nowhere for you or me to retreat So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 2) (Outro) Isn’t it time we become the prayer Show the world that we care Loving we can spare, loving we can share So help the ones who are in despair What will it take for you to be there?

What Will It Take By Song Bird (Verse 1) How many must we refuse and deny Before you and I realize our shame How many eyes gotta cry in vain Before we take away their pain How many lives must we claim Before we decide to make a change So what will it take for us To put down our arms And make our stand Stop bringing harm To our fellow man (Chorus) What will it take to make a stand What will it take to take someone’s hand What will it take to make our stance What will it take to take a chance What will it take to say we have had enough What will it take to give away our love What will it take (Verse 2) Because of the way we disregard And close our doors and our hearts to others There are those sleeping on cardboard On concrete floors, who are our brothers And our sisters, who can’t afford to eat Or have the clothing to stay warm Have no shoes for their feet And are left tattered and torn No homes just the streets they roam So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 3) Because of the way we disregard, Soldiers bombard poor countries With mortars, while children starve Go hungry and get our cold shoulder As our wars pillage and burn their village Turn their underprivileged places Into our coliseums, giving them no relief Just sad faces that have seen too much carnage Strife and defeat as we take away their very freedoms And tarnish their dreams, so don’t talk change Because talk is cheap, if you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 4) Because of the way we disregard Our earth is scarred by our many demands Left hurt and discarded by our own hands As we disgorge our resources Leaving our shores and sky to surely weep Our rainforests torched, our lands scorched Our oceans, rivers and seas are forced to bleed Nowhere for you or me to retreat So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 2) (Outro) Isn’t it time we become the prayer Show the world that we care Loving we can spare, loving we can share So help the ones who are in despair What will it take for you to be there?

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Apr 11, 2013

Apr 11, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC

What Will It Take By Song Bird (Verse 1) How many must we refuse and deny Before you and I realize our shame How many eyes gotta cry in vain Before we take away their pain How many lives must we claim Before we decide to make a change So what will it take for us To put down our arms And make our stand Stop bringing harm To our fellow man (Chorus) What will it take to make a stand What will it take to take someone’s hand What will it take to make our stance What will it take to take a chance What will it take to say we have had enough What will it take to give away our love What will it take (Verse 2) Because of the way we disregard And close our doors and our hearts to others There are those sleeping on cardboard On concrete floors, who are our brothers And our sisters, who can’t afford to eat Or have the clothing to stay warm Have no shoes for their feet And are left tattered and torn No homes just the streets they roam So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 3) Because of the way we disregard, Soldiers bombard poor countries With mortars, while children starve Go hungry and get our cold shoulder As our wars pillage and burn their village Turn their underprivileged places Into our coliseums, giving them no relief Just sad faces that have seen too much carnage Strife and defeat as we take away their very freedoms And tarnish their dreams, so don’t talk change Because talk is cheap, if you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 1) (Verse 4) Because of the way we disregard Our earth is scarred by our many demands Left hurt and discarded by our own hands As we disgorge our resources Leaving our shores and sky to surely weep Our rainforests torched, our lands scorched Our oceans, rivers and seas are forced to bleed Nowhere for you or me to retreat So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap If you and I ain’t gonna make a change (Chorus repeats 2) (Outro) Isn’t it time we become the prayer Show the world that we care Loving we can spare, loving we can share So help the ones who are in despair What will it take for you to be there?